The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Ha ha......"

Theresa's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the arm holding the divine light stick trembled uncontrollably.

The flames in the holes in her windbreaker flickered with her breathing.

The night that the snow lotus appeared, it finally reflected on myself.

It is said that people should not be trapped in the past and should look forward.

But her past was like a cancer attached to her bones. Those burning, bloody and fragmented images had long been fused with her soul.

Because she had experienced the tragedy, she knew it better than anyone else.

This is definitely not something that can be let go by just saying it verbally.

People can't even empathize with their former selves.

She is now standing at the other end of time, creating new regrets in the same decisive way.

What should I do...Should I make the same choice as Xuelian?

Theresa's pupils trembled violently, and red mist slowly swirled around her.

"I do not know I do not know......"

She murmured unconsciously, and spider-web-like bloodshot began to appear at the edges of her golden eyes.

Shanbai looked at his senior's distraught appearance and understood the other side's purpose.

What she wanted to destroy was the mental defenses of her predecessors.

"Senior! Calm down!"

Shanbai stumbled forward.

Since the senior can freely control the power of the crazy fire, it proves that there must be an irreconcilable obsession lurking in her heart.

The darkness that had been deliberately suppressed was now becoming the perfect breeding ground for eroding her sanity.

Lothar's armor suddenly made a sharp buzzing sound, and he felt an instinctive shudder.

"She's dangerous... We need to leave now!"

He suppressed the trembling in the depths of his soul, put his arms around Shanbai's waist, and fire erupted at the soles of his feet, pushing the two of them backwards like an arrow.

"Did I let you go?"

Several pitch-black tentacles shot out from behind her, so fast that they left afterimages.

Lothar hastily ignited a blaze, but the foul tentacles penetrated the flames and entwined themselves around his limbs like poisonous snakes.

"I'm really impressed... I finally established a good defense line."

Theresa pressed her hands to her temples, her voice filled with creepy fatigue.

"That hateful woman, I will settle the score with you."

The black substance wrapped around her face suddenly began to wriggle like a living thing and slowly faded from her eyes.

When the last trace of filth was removed, the golden eyes had regained their clarity.

"senior?"

The dark tentacles gently but irresistibly pulled Shanbai's body toward Theresa.

The squirming substances were cold and sticky, with an inhuman texture that made her shudder instinctively.

Theresa's fingertips gently touched Shanbai's forehead.

At that moment, the girl saw golden light flowing in the depths of the senior's pupils.

"Let me handle it." Theresa's voice suddenly became frighteningly gentle. "Go back first... and do what you need to do."

She flicked her finger lightly between Shanbai's eyebrows.

"boom."

With this almost doting action, the tentacles wrapped around Shanbai suddenly turned into streams of light all over the sky.

When the girl came to her senses, she was already standing ten meters away, and the senior was walking slowly towards the imprisoned Lothar with his back to her.

Theresa paused on her third step and turned half her face to the side.

In the backlight, Shanbai couldn't see her expression clearly. He only saw that among the senior's silver hair blown by the wind, a few strands were gradually dyed an ominous dark red.

“You are lucky…someone helps you solve your problem, and you are unlucky…someone helps you solve your problem.”

Shanbai's nails dug deep into her palms as she watched Lothar struggle under the tentacles.

I should be content that my seniors can achieve this level.

Already...willful enough...

The girl finally loosened her clenched fists, and when she turned around, a drop of warmth fell on the back of her hand.

She didn't dare look back, not daring to confirm whether those were her own tears or falling sparks.

Shanbai's pace became faster and faster, and finally turned into a run.

The night wind carried a burning breath into her lungs, but she knew that some things had been left in that forest forever.

"Baizi has left."

Theresa's voice was remarkably clear in the empty forest.

Chihuo has already started to act.

"Now that it's just the two of us, I don't have time to play counseling games with you."

She suddenly clenched her five fingers.

With a crisp explosion, Losa's so-called "heart" was completely shattered in her palm.

The knight opposite swayed, but surprisingly did not fall down.

Sure enough.

When she arrived, she saw the fire butterflies floating in the wind.

"You're just an empty shell now."

Theresa took a step forward, her shoes making a crunching sound as they rolled over the crystal chips on the ground.

"You've just come into contact with the fire of infatuation and you've already burned yourself to ashes."

Her fingers lightly brushed across the scorching surface of Lothar's armor, and the metal whimpered under the strain of her touch.

"Maybe she's deliberately keeping you hanging like this, waiting for my arrival."

She had already guessed the other side's true face and the purpose he wanted to achieve.

"So..." Lothar's voice came from under the visor, hoarse as if his throat had been burned by embers. "I am... already a dead man, right?"

The night wind blew up the charred ashes, swirling between the two of them.

"It would be much easier if you were really dead."

Theresa sneered, and the tentacles wrapped around Lothar tightened a little more. "At least I can find you a decent grave."

As she moved, flames seeped from the cracks in Lothar's armor.

"It won't be long before you become part of the horde of insane fire that attacks the country."

These words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through the remaining sanity of Lothar.

The knight of the Saint of Fertility, the sword-bearer who guards his oath.

Now it is about to become a disaster that will burn down the homeland.

Lothar suddenly struggled violently, and his body, bound by the tentacles, made a harsh sound of metal deformation.

"kill me!"

Lothar's roar was broken by the night wind, and the sparks flying out from the cracks in his armor were like dying fireflies.

Theresa's fingertips hovered three inches from his brow, and a halo flickered in her eyes.

"I will. But it would be too unfair to the child. She said you are her family."

Losa's chest, which had been heaving violently, suddenly froze.

"Shanbai...has always been a good child."

"Ok, I know."

Theresa's fingertips lowered another inch.

"Can you promise me one thing? Take good care of her for me and Her Highness the Saint. That child is just an ordinary person, without the power we have..."

"It's your last words that I've been waiting for."

Theresa's hair moved without wind, and a light appeared in her golden eyes.

"You know what? I have a habit that I can't get rid of."

The golden light penetrated into Lothar's cracked armor like a living thing, and the raging insanity fire faded wherever it passed.

Theresa's voice was filled with a certain fatalistic joy.

"The more I'm entrusted with something, the more motivated I become."

Painful, but strangely reassuring.

"Sleep peacefully, Mr. Knight."

Amid the flying embers, the last whisper disappeared on the wind.

"Don't expect her to meet you, because I'm here."